Gwendolyn backed away, pointing at him.

“This was his idea! He told me nobody would ever find the cloud recordings!”

Ross turned on her with open hatred. “You agreed to every part of it. You’re the one who demanded the SUV!”

“Because you promised me her pension money!”

The stage microphones were still live. Every word carried.

The ballroom dissolved into noise. Some guests lowered their phones in shame. Others were already deleting the posts they’d made that morning.